“Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants.” -- Epictetus, Greek Stoic philosopher, 50-135 AD

In some Asian cultures there is a mythical creature called a Hungry Ghost.  The Hungry Ghost has a massive stomach and a ravenous appetite, but a mouth the size of a pinhole and a pencil-thin throat.  As a result, it can never satisfy its intense hunger, and so exists in unending torment and rage.  As with most myths, there is a moral involved.  Hungry Ghosts were once humans who were excessively and cruelly greedy.  Karma has handed them a hideous fate.  It's a cautionary tale.

Whenever I see Donald Trump, this is the first thought that comes to my mind.  Donald Trump is a Hungry Ghost.  He is unable to be satisfied, always needing more: more money, more attention, more adulation, more power, more vindication, more control--and so he is a profoundly miserable person.  His misery and rage sloshes out of him like water from a saturated sponge as he spreads a miasma of cruelty, greed and grift across the world.  

What a horrible way to exist.  I find him despicable for many reasons, but more than anything, I pity him.